There, in the gym dressed as Jerusalem, with small shops lining the walls, Jenny stood. Young adults surrounded her on every side, looking up at her as she sang. She looked around at her friends. The people she'd spent the last three and a half months with, everyday, and her smile grew. She had gained a love for them that she never had for anyone else before. She sang out the words to her friends, and they sang them back to her. She felt angels above the group of singers, praising right along with them. Filling that hall with the spirit so strong, one could barely breathe. Tears streamed down her face. She'd always loved Christmas and the Christmas spirit, but this year, something was different. As she stood among the audience and looked around at the angels that joined her in song and up at the angels clouding the ceiling, she couldn't help but cry. She'd never felt the power of Christmas this strong before. She sang louder and with more feeling. Putting her whole heart into her voice, she praised.
As those precious words left her lips, she felt all of heaven's love around her. Heaven truly was ringing that night as the choir sang out their praises to that baby boy, that baby boy who gave us life. Who gave us redemption and exaltation. That baby boy who was the first gift of Christmas, who gave us the most treasured gift, His life. He devoted His entire life to us. To His Father. Our Father.
"The baby boy was the reply, yes, Heaven's reply was a baby boy."
"The baby boy was the reply, yes, Heaven's reply was a baby boy."
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